Dunkin Donuts

There is a Dunkin Donuts on just about every block here, including mine. It has become my Sunday morning tradition (I know it's only been three weeks!) to go to Dunkin Donuts for some coffee (and maybe a donut or bagel) before I settle into homework for the day. This morning, as I was picking out my bagel, a police officer came into the store, walked behind the counter and poured himself a cup of coffee. It startled me, so I looked at him, and when he noticed me staring he said "How ahh ya?" to which I responded (in my pre-coffee state, remember) "Uh, fine... you?" He then said "How about the Sox, eh?" and turned around to leave.

I officially live in Boston.